We stilled in our ascent, hanging there suspended above the clouds for an endless second, the wind whipping the blood from the Dragon’s destroyed wings into my face, the thrill of the bloodshed pounding through my limbs. And then we were falling. I whooped in time with the Dragon’s screams, banishing the blades I’d cast to fight it and throwing my arms wide, leaning back to feel the full force of the wind against my spine as we fell.